monday night

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While I went through a glorious pile of hand-me-down maternity clothes, Vivienne helped Ryan reinstall some freshly painted windows.  She would only hand a screw to him when he said, “Banana Cream Pie”.  (I made that rule up. And that’s what they’re saying instead of “cheese” in this picture. In case you can’t read lips.)

“Banana Cream Pie!”

 

 

Viv was so pumped up after helping Dad, that she danced into the kitchen, decided to try a barrel role on the rolley thing (see previous post), and landed on her head.  A minor recovery time ensued.  In fact, she completely forgot about her pain once the camera came out and she absorbed herself in the art of making a poochie face.  Honest, she did not fall out of the window.

 

Ouch!